Tuk Din

When moving across continents on your own to embrace an entirely different culture and way of life (but not discard the one you grew up with) it is important to establish where one can find little slices of home comforts. There is a reason why a Chinatown exists in every country after all. For a Malaysian like me it's establishing the best places to eat in Bayswater (aka. 'Little Malaysia') which I more or less did the moment I arrived in London. In fact I may have spent my first month or so staying at a Malaysian hotel and dining at the restaurant run by the Malaysian chef. What can I say, Malaysians by nature love their home comforts (it's a little outside the norm for me to have stayed so long in London and not want to return to Kuala Lumpur, even less common that my parents allowed me to, and yes I'm 27, not 17) and will literally shrivel up and die at the thought of not getting their nasi lemak fix.


Last Saturday I got mine at Tuk Din with Angela my Malaysian (sorta) sister from another mister! 
March 12, 2014

Tuk Din

When moving across continents on your own to embrace an entirely different culture and way of life (but not discard the one you grew up wi...

Sensing Spaces at The Royal Academy

The Royal Academy has never been short of grandeur nor has it ever failed to deliver truly inspiring moments. But in my humble opinion not since Anish Kapoor's incredible 2009 exhibition have I seen anything this engaging or of this scale. Of course I'm talking about Sensing Spaces: Architecture Reimagined, of which until last Friday I was surely the only person left in London who had yet to paid a visit to. 


What I call the 'scented wood' room, which was intoxicating imbued with a heady, woody scent infused with bamboo...I forgot the exact name of the scent but it made me think of sandalwood, buddhist prayer beads, and Shinto shrines in the mountain forests. 
March 11, 2014

Sensing Spaces at The Royal Academy

The Royal Academy has never been short of grandeur nor has it ever failed to deliver truly inspiring moments. But in my humble opinion n...

Rustic Retreat: Welcome to the nut house

...or rather, nut farm. Walnuts Farm



Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! This photo was taken approximately 0.002 seconds before I accidentally projectiled off the swing and landed into a pile of manure.

Yesterday Nokia UK sent myself and a few food bloggers (incidentally almost all of them were French speakers, ca va?) to Walnuts Farm in East Sussex to milk cows, churn butter, stack hay for a day of cooking class with Michelin-star chef Josh Eggleton. 

It was a lovely way for Nokia to celebrate the Great British Chefs app coming to the Lumia, we were driven on a gloriously warm, sunny day from London to the country to meet and cook with an award-winning chef. Who I now may have a massive crush on, but his loveliness and the cooking is for another story for another time. 

This post is all about the idyllic country life and gorgeous little scenes of rustic prettiness that is Walnuts Farm. 

Hellooooo Walnuts Farm, here comes another nut to add to your collection!

Oh, you don't actually harvest nuts...? *shuffles awkwardly behind a pile of logs* Nevermind.
March 10, 2014

Rustic Retreat: Welcome to the nut house

...or rather, nut farm. Walnuts Farm .  Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! This photo was taken approximately 0.002 seconds before ...

I am destined to be fat for the rest of my life.

I really am. And not because of my genetic design or lack of willpower (have you seen the way I listen to movie soundtracks on repeat so that I learn all the lyrics to the songs to terrorising my friends with?) but because of, well, circumstances...

Mummy always bemoans about how all her working lunches, decadent seven course dinners, and lush banquets she's invited to is the bane of her trim waistline. Oh, what a first-world problem, la di da, but we are living in a first-world country, and so are you reading this on your iPad with 4G, so... Anyway I tell myself that this will never happen to me, because I'm never going to be the kind of corporate big shot she is. All artists are hungry and fashionably emaciated, right? Sure, unsuccessful artists are. Not that I am in any way successful or even especially good at what I do...but...recently I find myself in the position where people take me out to dinner, lunch, brunch (but never breakfast! ha!) so that they can convince me to sell something, buy something, do something...that sort of thing. Just when I thought I could go about the rest of my life conducting all discussions from the safety of gmail...nope...not happening...I'm going offline just like everybody else. 

TLDR; Work (or discussions hopefully leading to work) is making me fat. Muuuuuuum!

Japanese food is low fat and low calorie, right? 


This might be, but everything else I had for dinner yesterday at Sake no Hana...not so much...
March 08, 2014

I am destined to be fat for the rest of my life.

I really am. And not because of my genetic design or lack of willpower (have you seen the way I listen to movie soundtracks on repeat so t...

Tribal Media 1st Birthday + Sushi Samba

Luxy's baaaaaaack! *squeals like a fat hamster stuck under a door*


I haven't seen this one in two months! Of course I had to go back to Malaysia for a month and return to London after she leaves for Australia for a month. It's as though the universe (or rather the driving force behind our schedules) is conspiring to keep us apart. But you know what they say; absence makes the heart grow fonder, or rather time apart accumulates incredible tales to regale each other with upon your reunion. I don't think Sushi Samba has ever seen anyone who punctuated every sentence with a scandalised scream, rocked back and forth in hysterical laughter, and snort into their green tea as often as I did. Mon dieu. Luxy! We both just can't be left alone without supervision, can we?! Oh, our exploits...it's so good to know that even when we're apart we still find ways to be connected through our hijinks. Love you!
March 06, 2014

Tribal Media 1st Birthday + Sushi Samba

Luxy 's baaaaaaack! *squeals like a fat hamster stuck under a door* I haven't seen this one in two months! Of course I had...

Loubet? More like love it. (also...lesbians)

Ever since the fateful norovirus incident of April 2013 I developed an irrational aversion to beetroot. I am filled with the disgusting urge to chuuundah at the sight of it, the idea of what it tastes like, never mind the smell. Having beetroot flavoured bile erupt out of oneself every hour on the hour will do that to a person. In fact that was how I developed my phobia of kewpie mayonnaise, when I got food poisoning from a dodgy Sushi King California roll at age 13. To this day I can't eat California rolls or anything with kewpie mayo on it. 

Recently I have begun a noble campaign to reintroduce the humble and once-loved beetroot back into my diet. Indefatigable efforts to sneak the sweet red vegetable into my food---I ate a whole pot of beetroot and mint hummus, bully for me!---have paid off, for yesterday the blessed beetroot made its homecoming.

In the form of the best damn beetroot ravioli I've had at Bistrot Bruno Loubet.


Just look at this beauty, sprawled out ever so resplendently, begging me to take and ravish her. It would have been rude to not oblige. Little parcels of beetroot ravioli exploded in a burst of flavour, the sweetness perfectly contrasted with the mild bitterness of wild rocket, pungent Parmesan, and salty fried breadcrumbs..dear God...it was delishagasmic to say the least. 
March 04, 2014

Loubet? More like love it. (also...lesbians)

Ever since the fateful norovirus incident of April 2013   I developed an irrational aversion to beetroot. I am filled with the disgusting ...

Don't call it quits. Fight to bridge The Gap.


Perhaps if I had realised this before graduating I would have been spared years of despair, dented self-esteem, insecurity, and some serious existential narcissism.
March 02, 2014

Don't call it quits. Fight to bridge The Gap.

Perhaps if I had realised this before graduating I would have been spared years of despair, dented self-esteem, insecurity, and some ...

ART14 First Night

 

An invitation to the first night of Art14 was very kindly extended to me (merci beaucoup, Javert) so Diana and I headed down to Olympia Grand for the second edition of this 'refreshingly different' worldwide showcase of modern and contemporary art. Yesterday evening I went to Art14 with the intention of courting as many galleries as possible to find the one that would sponsor my first solo exhibition, but I was warned by my gallery director friend that trying to sell my work to galleries at the every event where they were trying to sell work to others was a surefire way to invite hostility. 

Oh well, so much for that, c'est whatever. 
February 28, 2014

ART14 First Night

  An invitation to the first night of Art14 was very kindly extended to me  (merci beaucoup, Javert)  so Diana and I headed down to Ol...

Apocalypse: Guirado Design AW14 / Pure Evil : The Nightmare Series

Apocalypse...nightmare...how uncanny that I would go to two art shows of a similarly macabre nature  in London within a week of each other, and quite amusing that they should both occur in the very week I stop having nightmares, instead having the soundest sleep I've had in three years. I can't decide if it's because I've been too busy and exhausted to have dreams, or because I've replaced my mattress, but there you go.

Apocalypse: Guirado Design AW14


With Scott Temple, Victoria Cassagnaud, and Dan Alexis at Apocalypse: Guirado Design AW14 Showcase in association with Art & Music: The Saatchi Gallery Magazine at Cock & Bull Gallery, downstairs in Mark Hix's Tramshed.
February 27, 2014

Apocalypse: Guirado Design AW14 / Pure Evil : The Nightmare Series

Apocalypse...nightmare...how uncanny that I would go to two art shows of a similarly macabre nature  in London within a week of each othe...

Turkish Delights: Eloping in Istanbul

Last weekend I dashed off, on the spur of the moment, to Istanbul for my cousin's Turkish elopement.
Even as the dust settled on the last day of London Fashion Week, I got an email from cousin LY asking It's a little short notice, but our registration of marriage is this weekend and do you think you could make it? I blinked once, and then twice, to be sure I wasn't hallucinating, stared at my ever-growing pile of work, assessed my deadlines and thought How often does the one cousin you are close to and practically raised you as a child runs away from Malaysia to Turkey after the romantic, whirlwind courtship of her dreams and gets married in a traditional Turkish ceremony? 


So without further delay I booked the first flight out on Saturday, threw a few things into my le pliage, read up on Turkish etiquette (never point the soles of your feet at anyone) and spirited myself away for possibly the whimsiest (is that a word) weekend I've had this year.
February 26, 2014

Turkish Delights: Eloping in Istanbul

Last weekend I dashed off, on the spur of the moment, to Istanbul for my cousin's Turkish elopement. Even as the dust settled on the...

LONDON FASHION WEEK FALL 2014: DAY 5: THE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH GOLD


Designers have been looking to the street for inspiration especially of late, given the explosion of street style blogs and fashion bloggers-turned-front row regulars. Having lived and worked in Shoreditch for the past 5 years, I've seen homegrown talent and DIY trends (it's incredible what one can do with a handful of studs from eBay and some thrifted leather) slowly trickle their way upwards into the catwalk and then into the mainstream. The club kids, fashion stylists, and young creatives of East London have firmly established their place in high fashion, bringing the electric energy of the streets of Shoreditch to the runways at London Fashion Week.
February 19, 2014

LONDON FASHION WEEK FALL 2014: DAY 5: THE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH GOLD

Designers have been looking to the street for inspiration especially of late, given the explosion of street style blogs and fashion blogg...

London Fashion Week Fall 2014: Kokon to zai After show party


A few things I learnt at the Kokon to Zai after show party yesterday:

London Fashion Week Fall 2014: Kokon to zai After show party

A few things I learnt at the Kokon to Zai after show party yesterday: